Aharri - Knock Ur Head Off (feat. Marty Baller) Lyrics

Only from somewhere
I aint gon' be buried for nothin
Yeah
You Wouldn't believe me
How these bitches wanna please me
When they used to just tease me
I just make it look easy
Tell the jeweler to freeze me
Im moving to Fiji
Now they never gon' leave me
Ima pull up big beezy
Pull up and slay like I'm Santa
With a bandana
Gucci pajamas
Pull up on niggas with hammers
Im MC Hammer
Make it hot as Atlanta
I just popped a banana
So high I can't stand up
Now im stacking these bands up
I just finished these grams up
And im bout to hit yams up
And I know they can't stand us
Got em' putting they hands up
Im getting my fans up
Even putting my mans on
Need a crib we could land on
If these niggas talking too much
And they don't got hands up
Knock his head off
I promise he better dead off
Cover the chef he gon' chef off
I make the call and gorillas pull up
And they never gon' stop till' I say so
Yolly come in by the boatload
I turn that stove to a peso
Diego
Ohh that's your bitch, bitch
Why she in my house look like picnic
Nawwwww
I don't wanna hear it
When she around she suck dick,dick
I tell lil bitch mind your business
If not bout' money get dismissed
F*ck her from Easter to Christmas
She put my kids on her wish list
Now my babies on her chinny chinny chin chin
I wasn't talking to you, Who
I wasn't talking to you, Who
I wasn't talking to you ,Who
I might pull up in a coupe, Who
I wasn't talking to you, Who
I wasn't talking to you, Who
I wasn't talking to you, Who
I just pulled up in a coupe
Got em' sick he need some chicken soup
Yeah I came up from the stoop
They tryna get in the loop
I might pull up in a suit
Gucci, Louie for the boots
Remember I had to go shoot
Now we count the money in the coupe
So much money don't know what to do
Now we Audi
Remember niggas used to doubt me
Now they can't make it without me
Puffin on souwie
I dont like fake niggas round' me
Bitches used to try to clown me
Now they want make up
Rosegold on the Jacob
Can we talk about acres
A house with no neighbors
Turn my music up
Then refill my cup
Model bitches wanna feel me up
Try to pill me up
Man this life really real
Need a house in the hills
If these niggas talking too much
And they don't got hands up
Knock his head off
I promise he better dead off
Cover the chef he gon chef off
I make the call and gorillas pull up
And they never gon' stop till' I say so
Yolly come in by the boatload
I turn that stove to a peso
Diego
Ohh that's your bitch, bitch
Why she in my house look like picnic
Nawwwww
I don't wanna hear it
When she around she suck dick,dick
Ohh that's your bitch, bitch
Why she in my house look like picnic
Nawwwww
I don't wanna hear it
When she around she suck dick,dick